In the middle of the night, the tired guards finally put all the stones and other raw materials in the mill into the grinding eyes of the two small stone mills, and under the supervision of Xiao Liuzi, they were sent to the military house to rest.

Xiao Ye was informed by the guards, got up and dressed and walked out of the room, and walked into the mill with torches; At the door, Xiao Liuzi and Zuoshi, with a revolver fire/gun stuck in their belts, watched the gate of the mill. The two dead wind lanterns hanging at the door have been commonly used in Tunli, but Xiao Ye still likes to use torches.

Uncle Kun and two old sergeants guarding the arsenal also prepared the wheelbarrow early and waited quietly outside the mill.

The mill was empty, with torches stuck in the walls, Xiao Ye walked to the stone mill in the center, brushed his fingers over the stone mill disc, and just touched the raised button, and a familiar picture was reflected in his eyes.

It was still a pair of changing patterns, from the continuous crossbow to the perfume, and after looking at it quietly for a while, Xiao Ye stared at the protective suit and pressed the button continuously.

Twenty pieces of earthy yellow protective clothing were sent out at one time by the wide box, Xiao Ye reached out and put them at his feet, and continued to look at the picture that began to turn again.

He kept pressing the button to select, thirty vanity mirrors, twenty boxes of earth-shaking thunder, ten thousand pieces of white flute paper, five pocket watches, seven binoculars, and a hundred rear-loading guns, and a lot of projectiles were piled up by him, until he looked at the numbers below these objects on the pattern, one by one, turned to zero, and then he stopped.

With these things, his heart is steady; The fly in the ointment is that now the flowers of the vine grass have not bloomed, and the other flowers are too few and scattered, and the perfume is not available.

Looking at the fading pattern, Xiao Ye breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the mill, and the rest of the things, with Xiao Liuzi and Zuo Shi, beckoned Uncle Kun to classify the same materials into storage.

Tomorrow, Mei'er and Wang Dali, who are in charge of the accounts, will deliver the materials with the three merchants and reduce the amount of IOUs.

Back at the Baihu House, the sky was still dark, and Xiao Ye, who was in high spirits, washed his face with cold water, picked up the military book and read it at night, and next to Mei'er and Lina, wearing coats and holding a bamboo basket, muttered quietly to accompany Xianggong.

Although Xiao Ye admired the cases of the art of war discussed in the book, it was still different from the environment he was in now and the weapons he used.

Early in the morning, after Xiao Ye practiced the sword technique, when he was eating with the two girls, Zuo Shi ran in, "Big brother, someone at the gate of the castle asks to see him, it's that scholar,"

"Wang Ziliang?" Xiao Ye took the book in his hand and paused, "His injury should be almost healed, let him in," Wang Ziliang, who has been living in Li Langzhong, although he has no worries about eating and drinking, has been dried for so long, and it is time to chat with him.

Wang Ziliang, who was recuperating in Li Muchen's clinic, with Xiao Ye's advice, not only had one meal of minced meat every day, but also ordered two sets of robes from the Huang family's shop, which can be said to be taken care of wholeheartedly.

Seeing the eldest brother nodding, Zuo Shi turned around and ran out; Seeing this, Mei'er and the others quickly cleaned up the table, took the tea and returned to the house.

Wang Ziliang, who was dressed in a green shirt, with his sideburns hanging down his hair covering the marks on his face, holding a paper fan in his hand, limped into the courtyard of the hundred households, and bowed outside the hall, "Sinner Wang Ziliang, disturb the hundred households in the West Gate in the early morning, and I hope that the hundred households will forgive me,"

Although Wang Ziliang tried his best to walk upright, in the hall, Xiao Ye could see at a glance that his legs would be difficult if he wanted to walk smoothly in the future.

"Hehehe, Wang Xiucai, you are outside, in Shiguantun, everyone is a brother, don't be too polite, see outside," the door curtain was raised, Xiao Ye walked out of the hall with a smile, stood in front of Wang Ziliang, and looked up and down, "The injury is healed?" ”

"Xie Baihu cares, it's no big deal," Wang Ziliang, who couldn't see much expression on his face, thanked him again, "If it weren't for Baihu's help, Wang's body would have been buried in the ground,"

"Okay, okay, my father-in-law is not here, so I don't need to be so polite," Xiao Ye, who was in a good mood, pulled Wang Ziliang into the hall, "Come, sit down and talk,"

He is five or six years younger than Wang Ziliang, but he is already very old-fashioned when he talks and does things, and Wang Ziliang does not shirk, so he sits opposite the hundred households.

At the instigation of Mei'er, Lina, who likes to look strange, brought a plate of pastries with a wooden plate, and through the dim light of the paper window, Wang Ziliang suddenly saw Lina's appearance, although he was prepared, he was also startled, and hurriedly got up to thank him.

Lena glanced at the emaciated talent and pursed her lips and retreated into the inner room. The Xiucai that my sister said in her mouth is like this, she is really not as handsome as her husband.

"Brother Wang, the number of external courtesies in the hundred households is indispensable, and you don't need to be polite in your family's leisure time," Seeing Xiao Ye's unhappy face, Wang Ziliang nodded and sat down, holding the paper fan in his hand.

"I don't know, Wang Xiucai is visiting at this time, but is there something?" Xiao Ye, who was straight to the point, was impatient with the complicated etiquette of literati, and asked directly.

"Oh, Ximen Baihu, since Wang has been exiled here, he will not be a waste, and he will ask Baihu to arrange a living," Now that he knows Xiao Ye's temperament, Wang Ziliang will no longer talk nonsense, and talking in circles is afraid that he will make Baihu dissatisfied.

"This, when you are a sergeant, you are weak, and you will definitely not be able to go to the quarry," Xiao Ye glanced at Wang Ziliang and muttered in a low voice, "My father-in-law's private school, but the gentleman who lacks teaching, I don't know you,"

His words made Wang Ziliang's face flush suddenly, and the fan in his hand almost hit the table, hitting people without slapping his face, and he didn't want to do it to Mr. Teach.

Thinking of this, Wang Ziliang shook his head slightly, took advantage of Xiao Ye to pick up the teacup, and asked in a condensed voice.

"Lord Hyakho, I wonder if you noticed the anomaly in the Gravel Castle?" Regarding Wang Ziliang's sudden question, Xiao Ye smiled disapprovingly, "This official is a martial artist, he is rude, I haven't seen so much,"

Since the Gravel Fort sent a group of exiles here, it no longer takes care of Shiguantun, which is quite different from the attitude of Wang Chongli and Tian Guanglin when they came. The three major merchants did not relax their surveillance of Shiguantun, and they were also guarding against each other, but for a while, Shiguantun was not harassed much.

"Yes," Wang Ziliang didn't mind Xiao Ye's evasion, and opened the fan and shook it, "Then the sergeant you brought back, but there are newcomers,"

"Those new faces, whether they were rescued from the Tartars or not, but they use the posture of fire/gun, but they are very sophisticated, and they can't be connected in a few days, so are the Tartars also starting to give fire/guns to slaves to use?" Wang Ziliang's jumping question, under the coldness, made Xiao Ye's back break out in a cold sweat.

A layman's talent can see the strangeness, let alone the shopkeeper of the two ghosts.

He secretly stored troops in Bailong Lake, mainly to occupy Bailong Lake, where saltpeter and sulfur were indispensable to him, and he could not let go of the stones and the strange heavy stones; What's more, Jiang Jie has already gone to work in the health center, and I don't know when his position in one hundred households will be disturbed by that old guy.

The ability to wear small shoes for subordinates, especially in the Ming officialdom, is what Yang Tianshou said personally.

Therefore, the cunning rabbit must have three holes, and his own small actions, even Yang Tianshou closed his eyes and did not make a sound, Xiao Ye did not think that he had done something wrong; Beyond the border walls, in the wilderness, occasional violations have nothing to do with the law and discipline of the dynasty.

Xiao Ye's vague uneasiness before has now been taken for granted.

Self-protection against the Tartars, as well as revenge for his parents, are all Xiao Ye's thoughts, now there are more military hunters around him, as long as they are protected; But he didn't expect that this scholar would have such a vicious eye, and he could see the problem at a glance.

"Well, they followed the sergeant on the grassland and fought against the Tartars a few times, using fire/guns is just that, and they still need more practice," Xiao Ye, who was barely coping, could see the disbelief in Wang Ziliang's eyes, so he straightened his body and said in a deep voice, "Wang Xiucai is dissatisfied,"

"Don't dare, Wang Ziliang has a blood feud, but please, but please call the shots of the hundred households," Wang Ziliang saw Xiao Ye's face turn gloomy, and he hurriedly threw away the paper fan in his hand, fell to the ground and lowered his head; When he looked up, he was already in tears.

"I hope that the adults will be the masters of the sinners, but if the blood revenge can be avenged, Wang Ziliang will be a cow and a horse, and he will not hesitate to lead the horse for the adults," Wang Ziliang, who was calm and calm just now, suddenly became a bitter and bitter appearance, which caught Xiao Ye off guard.

His own affairs are troublesome enough, this scholar is obviously wronged, no matter, he is his own military household, care, alas, it is another trouble.

Although he was shocked in his heart, Xiao Ye, who was sitting on the chair, had a face like water, and did not help Wang Ziliang; Let's hear what he has to say first.

"The Huang family is in Qingyang Mansion, a small jewelry store shopkeeper, for the sake of my family's two street shops, even combined with the official store, falsely accused my eldest brother of being a barbarian, a family of thirteen people went to prison, killed twelve people in half a month, and I was left alone, and I ended up with a border army of 5,000 miles, 5,000 miles, and hundreds of households," Wang Ziliang, who was choked, said in the end, and even fell on the ground and cried loudly, regardless of the number of courtesies.

"I don't accept it, I have to sue wherever I go, I will be beaten with a stick once I sue, they want to kill me with a stick in Suzhou, but fortunately, God opened my eyes, and I was able to reach Shiguantun alive," Wang Ziliang, who looked hateful, made Xiao Ye speechless.

Such an upright scholar, if he left others aside, he was afraid that he would have died on the road to exile, and I don't know how much resentment he had, he could survive until now.

"My lord," kneeling on the ground, Wang Ziliang raised his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at Xiao Ye tightly, his last bit of hope was to see Baihu's words. "I hope that Lord Wang will give me a family of twelve Zhaoxue,"

In the quiet hall, Xiao Ye pondered for a long time, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and he stretched out a finger at Wang Ziliang without speaking.

"One year, do you mean to help me avenge my grievances within a year?" Wang Ziliang looked at Baihu suspiciously, a little incredulous, a pair of scarred palms were full of sweat stains; However, Xiao Ye shook his head slightly, which made him cold.

"Ten years? Lord Baihu, look at my body, can I still last for ten years," smiling bitterly, Wang Ziliang shook his body, wanting to stand up; As a scholar, even if you die, you have to stand and die, and the kneeling just now is for the sake of your family.

"No, it's not, it's actually too," Xiao Ye put down his fingers, picked up the teacup and slowly took a few sips of hot tea, "If you want to take revenge, it's easy to say, I'll send two hunters to travel back and forth for a month, that shopkeeper, it's easy to kill,"

"But if you want to avenge the Huang family's false accusations, and the official store, well, ten years is short," Daigo's words made Wang Ziliang, who was almost dead, stand up and kneel on the ground in amazement, looking at Xiao Ye in a daze.

"I, Ximen Shidao, like you, also have a family feud to avenge," Xiao Ye put down the teacup and looked at Wang Ziliang fixedly, "It's okay not to say this, but that Qianhu is going to die, and the mastermind behind him must also die," the cold voice flashed in the hall.

Xiao Ye, who was full of hideousness, remembered that when his father-in-law talked about his own affairs, he sighed for a long time, and knew that the reason for the inside was definitely not only Jiang Jie; However, he never mentioned the matter to anyone.

Today, it's just a little bit of a grudge.

Relieved his anger, Xiao Ye got up and pulled Wang Ziliang up, "I will do it for you, it will only take a month to go back and forth quickly, but you have to think about it, whether you want a month or ten years,"

"Wang swore to the heavens, for a month, Wang was a cow and a horse for adults, and for ten years, Wang dared to rebel with the adults," Wang Ziliang swore without hesitation, but Xiao Ye was frightened, and immediately covered his mouth and scolded him repeatedly.

In these days, people are still quite superstitious about swearing and gambling curses.

The next day, Qin Shishi passed by the quarry, and because he casually chatted with the sergeant about the stone fort, he was told by the craftsman to the hundred households, and the craftsman who was rewarded with ten eldest sons did not expect that Qin Shishi was imprisoned.

Qin Shishi, who did not go to the water drawing group as usual, saw a gloomy Baihu in a stone house, as well as Wang Ziliang, an emaciated staff member beside him.

After scolding his head and covering his face, Xiao Ye took out two pieces of paper, one was the topographical map of the city of Qingyang Mansion, and the other was the portrait of the Huang family's shopkeeper, and threw them in front of Qin Shi.

The two pictures were painted by Wang Ziliang, Xiao Ye saw it, and it was really a two-time shot.

"You take two people, take care of your own travel expenses, go to Qingyang Mansion to kill this guy, and bring your head back. You can use a short fire/gun, return on schedule after a month, go to the water drawing group when it is over, and carry ten more days of water one day later, depending on your ability,"

The next day, Qin Shi arranged the affairs of the team, invited two good hunters, carried the revolver in his arms, and rode his war horse straight to the gravel castle before dawn.

The inn there had to be changed to mules and horses before they could go east; War horses, especially those with obvious Tartar fire marks, no matter where they are in the mainland, are thorns in the eyes of officials, so he doesn't do stupid things.

It was already late when I arrived at the gravel fort, and Qin Shi, who was sharpened in the inn, went out to find Huang Fugui, and after showing the fire/gun, he asked for a blank road, but there was a big seal of Suzhou Wei on it; With a waist card and a road strip, Qin Shishi, who was in the name of going to his hometown to pick up relatives, soon disappeared.

Huang Fugui, who was frightened, also went to Shiguantun with the family caravan, and saw Qin Shishi from afar, knowing that Xiao Ye was not easy to mess with now; However, after getting a bag of broken silver left by others, he not only enthusiastically came forward to do things for Qin Shi, but also immediately forgot about the road.

In Shiguantun Stone Fort, since he decided to take Wang Ziliang with him, Xiao Ye did not hide it, and after thinking about it for a night, he told him about his marriage with the third young master of the Huang family, and he complained, "I only know now that the eldest brother of the righteous can bully his brother like this,"

The conclusion of such an exclamation made Wang Ziliang's somewhat stiff face show a rare smile.

In the next two days, Wang Ziliang drew and pressed his handprint on the military household register, entered the military household register, and followed Xiao Ye to familiarize himself with the things in the tunli, except for the stone mill and the things in Bailong Lake, Xiao Ye knew everything, he really needed a helper.

In the courtyard of the hundred households, Xiao Ye and Wang Ziliang sat opposite each other and drank tea, chatting about things in the tun.

Wang Dali also came at this time, originally he sold the branches of the three Coptis trees to the three families, and made a small amount of money, but after a small meal with Huang Deshan, he immediately felt very uncomfortable.

"Baihu, that Huang family is too bad," Wang Dali, who strode into the courtyard of Baihu, shouted loudly, and suddenly saw Xiao Yezheng and a green-shirted guest, sitting at the stone table chatting, hurriedly closed his mouth tightly, and stood there silent.

"What's the matter, people are messing with you again, aren't you selling branches well," Xiao Ye smiled and asked Wang Dali to sit down, and gently pushed the teacup in front of him in front of him, "Take a sip of hot tea first, and speak slowly if you have something to say,"

"Wang Ziliang and Wang Xiucai, from today onwards, we will be our military household," pointing at Wang Ziliang, Xiao Ye said casually.

Wang Ziliang, who was sitting on the side, shook the paper fan lightly, and nodded vigorously at Wang, just by virtue of his foul language just now, Wang Ziliang's opinion of this old craftsman is quite good, and he is a person who has a bad feeling for the Huang family.

Looking at the appearance of Baihu not minding, Wang Dali knew that this scholar was also his own, so he smiled, picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, chewing the tea leaves in his mouth, and it was delicious.

Xiao Ye didn't care about this posture, but Wang Ziliang saw it with a black line.

After a while, Wang Dali explained the reason for his annoyance.

Shiguantun has yellow plaster, Wang Dali and the craftsmen have tested several times, obtained the best ratio of sand and mortar, and then added an appropriate amount of dry and hard thin wooden strips, poured into a square stone, after drying, the hardness is comparable to the rock in the quarry.

And the Huang family, in the name of the third young master and the hundred households, the shopkeeper scurried around in the filling mold field, and after several clichés, not only did he get the sand and ash ratio, but the craftsmen of his family were even more powerful, and it didn't take half a month to make a major improvement.

Branches and planks were discarded, and iron bars were used.

Finger-thick iron bars are woven into a net, and then poured into the mortar slurry, and the condensed stones, after drying, are far stronger than the stones poured into Shiguantun, and the gunpowder is not shaken; Huang Deshan, who was on top of the wine, inadvertently confided the news of the family's improvement to Wang Dali proudly.

Wang Dali's complaint, Xiao Ye could only comfort a few words, the Huang family's monopoly momentum of plaster, he is powerless now, if he doesn't want to turn against the Huang family, he can only exist as the lowest workshop; Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the pressure of the guard.

Shiguan Tunli not to mention the iron bars, even the regular wood is also very scarce, it is easy to take out some high-priced fine iron, Wang Dali is in charge of the workshop, the revolver fire/gun took two months to make two, and the sergeant's gun, almost the priest to death, the range, accuracy is a world of difference.

Not to mention the making of projectiles, it is a handful of tears.

Although Xiao Ye didn't say anything, Wang Dali still decided that the workshop should be changed to make cowhide boots, and the revolver fire/gun was too embarrassing.

In order to comfort Wang Dali, Xiao Ye remembered that the sergeant had dug a pit on the grassland, so he asked him to find someone to see if he could make an easy-to-carry shovel and equip it with the sergeant in the future.

Attached to Wang Dali's ear, after Xiao Ye muttered a few words, Wang Dali's face changed, and his resentment against the Huang family was finally put aside, and he had more important things to do.

Wang Dali, who was leaving, had to go to the quarry and the water team to inspect and supervise, Xiao Ye looked at his departing back, and shook his head helplessly, "Uncle Wang's temperament is a little anxious,"

"It's easy to break and be easy to block, and the news of the hundred households is blocked, but I am glad to have such a loyal military household," although he was basically with the hundred households during the day, Wang Ziliang understood that he had not yet integrated into the hundred households, and he stopped talking.

Getting up, Wang Ziliang put a purple clay pot in the copper basin on the small stool next to the stone table to catch the flowing water above; On the stone wall next to it, a huge umbrella hangs there, and the slanted water outlet is directly facing the copper basin.

The sound of flowing water is a pleasure to listen to.

In the mill last night, the last few bags of stones from the quarry pit of Bailong Lake were put into the small stone mill, and Xiao Ye was pleasantly surprised to take out five water umbrellas; Three were placed in the military house, one was sent to the courtyard of Jiming Village, and the rest were placed in the courtyard of the hundred households.

Although the water output of these umbrellas is not large, the importance of the water drawing group is immediately lowered by a notch. The humidity on the mountain is heavy, and a water umbrella can receive hundreds of catties of clean water in one night, at least morning and evening washing, and drinking in hundreds of households is enough.

Even, Mei'er and Lena don't need to send guards to the storage tank to pick up water for bathing at night. Of course, the water for laundry has to be bought by hundreds of households, and Xiao Ye will not care about those copper plates.

Spending money on water is just to prevent those military households from wasting it at will, and there is no need to make money.

The cool and sweet dew immediately made Wang Ziliang, who likes to drink tea, rely more and more on the hundred households, get a small charcoal stove, sit at the stone table to make tea and read books, and the realm is comfortable and delicious.

The appearance of the water umbrella, not only Wang Dali came to the door again to ask for it, that is, Huang Deshan and Tian Fangjun, but also raised the heavy salute and blocked the gate of the fort, trying to buy it, putting on a face of not seeing a hundred households and swearing to death; This deacon of the royal family went to the gravel fort to do goods, otherwise it would be more lively.

For this kind of occasion, Xiao Ye didn't plan to come forward, so he went out to train with a team of guards, and dealt with businessmen, and he threw it to Wang Ziliang with one hand.

"In the future, commercial transactions will be decided by Mr. Wang, a staff member of the hundred households, and the delivery of silver goods will be found by Uncle Kun, and the hundred households will only be responsible for military training," the black man who guarded the fort gate, with a swarthy face, blocked the visitors in a stiff tone; Huang Deshan and Tian Fangjun immediately asked to meet with the staff of the hundred households.

Staff, that is only an officer at the level of the guard, can be a military advisor who can be supported, but since Xiao Ye has found a helper, the emperor is far away, who wants to meddle in things.

Walking out of the well-guarded warehouse compound, Xiao Ye saw from a distance that Huang Deshan and Tian Fangjun were walking towards the stone fort, so he patted Wang Ziliang on the shoulder, "Brother Liu Ren, the transaction depends on you, this official is busy with official business, go first,"

With his guards, Xiao Ye rode straight to the shooting range in the distance, where he practiced firing with the sergeants more than with the merchants.

"Oh, Baihu, Brother Shidao," Wang Ziliang raised his hand to grab Xiao Ye, but Baihu was good, and ran away in a hurry, so he could only shake his head helplessly; Xiao Ye happily gave him power, which made him very uncomfortable, but his heart was still warm.

The stone castle was not allowed to be easily entered, and he had to call the two merchants and find a place to discuss business with them.

In the stone fort, a team of carefully selected craftsmen pushed out a cart of sand from the warehouse under Uncle Kun's care, and then pushed a cart of mixed yellow plaster mud into the warehouse with a wheelbarrow.

The thick wooden stakes and heavy iron bars were used by Xiao Ye in the construction of the basement of the warehouse without hesitation.

Although this warehouse is closely guarded, it is not a secret to the people of Tunli, so the excavation of an underground warehouse under the warehouse has become the most critical matter.

Once the underground warehouse is built, the moisture-proof lime planks and hay are finished, and the weapons of the hundred houses will be hidden inside; In the storeroom on the ground, there are mostly items such as silk cotton coats, mirrors, and perfumes.

However, the underground of the stone castle is mostly made of rocks, and the excavation of underground warehouses cannot be completed in a while, so we can only wait for the craftsmen to slowly excavate.